“Beauford…” I hear Brett repeat Beau’s name under his breath. “One thing you must learn, Son, is never get between a pregnant woman and her snacks.”
“And that’s the gospel, Son. Your mom almost killed me behind a brownie when she was pregnant with you.”
“See!” I look at Beau. “They’ve spoken. Get your own.”
Beau glances at Brett who’s trying to sleep. “I take it Brett isn’t gonna back me on this?”
“Sleep,” Brett mumbles and makes everyone laugh.
He seems a little perkier when we make it to the jet. Beau and Franklin grab our luggage while Brett seems to have his entire life in one bag. I wish I could pack that light. He whistles low when he boards the jet.
“First time?” I whisper.
“Yeah. I’ve been around people with money, but they weren’tthisrich.” He lowers his body in a nearby seat and spreads his legs. “Yes. I’m about to get a good nap. Stay out of trouble until I’m awake.”
“She’s safe with us,” Franklin assures him, his seriousness is adorable.
Caroline takes the seat next to me and leans closer. “If I must be guarded at all times, please allow him to look like Brett.”
She looks around for our men while I giggle. “I’m sure there are harder to look at guards.”
“Honey, yes. A few of them are on our detail. So boring.”
“Lucky for you, Franklin has that silver fox thing working for him.”
She glances lovingly at her husband. “Yeah, but I’ve been looking at him for decades. We should encourage Brett to go for a swim.”
“Why?” Beau asks, killing the girl-talk.
“Because water is refreshing and will wake him up, darling,” Caroline answers smoothly with a straight face. “Our villa has a private pool.”
“Sounds great,” I tell her. She pats my leg and moves to join her husband.
Beau takes her place then buckles his seatbelt, kisses my nose, and slides his hand in mine to lace our fingers together.
“I can’t wait to hang out with you.”
The way he says it makes my heart melt. “We hang out all the time.”
“No. We stay in the house away from everything. Now, I get to take my woman out to dinner or shopping if you like. I’m happy to do things with you and function like a normal couple.”
Sadness washes over me for a moment. My life’s drama is affecting the way he would like to be.
“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have to get on a plane to spend time together in public.”
“It’s not your fault. Just promise me, we’ll fix it together.”
“Of course. You asked me not to run and trust that you can help, so I’ll allow it. Just be careful, you two operate very differently.”
“I’ve been working on a plan,” he tells me as he looks out the window. My curiosity peaks.
“Are you gonna tell me about it?”
“Nope, not yet at least. Let your man work.”
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Beau
